SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 14, Fun with Ball Gags

KAYLEY'S BACK FROM LUNCH, SHOWING SAM HER NEW PRESENTS, ONE OF ONE

SAM POV

“A ball gag!” I held up the red latex ball. “Matching ones. How thoughtful! His and hers, do you think? Or could he just not decide?”

“I think it’s the thought that counts,” Kayley said. We were sitting on the love seat facing each other, her legs over my lap.

“I can imagine those thoughts,” I said. “I think our new friend might be a bit kinky?”

“You think?” she giggled. Her knees flexed on my lap, as she shifted position.

“Well,” I said, “it’s a lovely ‘getting to know you’ better gift. We should get him a ‘thank you card’ - let’s go down to the ball-gag section at Hallmark and pick out something nice.”

I eyed her.

“I do like the necklace,” I said. “Did he pick that out too?”

“Half and half,” she told me. “He helped me pick it out. And he helped me put it on.”

I nodded.

“It was actually quite sexy,” Kayley said. He stood right behind me, really close, and I mean really close.”

“How close?”

“Let’s just say being able to tell whether someone is circumcized or not sort of close. I lifted up my hair like this...” She demonstrated, placing her hands sensually behind her ears and moving up, letting her hair lift and cascade. “And then he clasped it at the back of my neck. It was quite sensuous.”

“You did this in public?” I demanded. “You slut!”

I stared at the red ball gag, dangling from the strap in my hand.

“How about this?” I asked. “Did he try it on you?”

Kayley rolled her eyes.

“That? That would have been a bit much,” she said.

“If he had,” I asked. “Would you have let him?”

Kayley shrugged.

“I don’t know. I mean, out on the street, no way. But inside the store, somewhat private... maybe. I don’t think they let customers try out the merchandise though,” she said. “You’d have to buy first.”

I nodded.

“That makes sense. So what was it like?” I asked. “Looking at all those sex toys with Leroy.”

“Weird,” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, there was a lot of kinky stuff there, I’m just browsing and looking at things. It was erotic. Sensual, but in a weird flirty way?”

“Didn’t grab you? Cop a feel?”

“Not out in the middle of the store. He flirted, but we’d agreed on limits. He promised not to try to fuck me, and he kept that promise.”

“I don’t know that I would,” I said, “in his pace.”

Kayley was just so damned hot. She really had her nipple action going on today, they were actually pushing visibly through her bra. I thought her little excursion this afternoon must have really turned her on.

“He told me stuff. A story about the Texas Trojan.”

“He was on a football team?” I asked. “Or was he talking condoms.”

“No,” Kayley said. “Apparently, there’s a fetish club down in Houston, and they have this fucking machine that uses a horse shaped dildo.”

“Horse shaped? Weird.”

“Horse cock shaped,” she corrected.

“That’s even weirder.”

“There was an entire display of animal-themed dildos. Bizarre. Anyway, they built a an aluminum frame horse effigy around it, so women climb up under it and...”

“That’s demented.”

It was so crazy, I had to look it up. She played with her phone a little, and handed it to me. “Here. It’s for real. There’s an actual video clip.”

Sure enough, there it was, on the small screen. The caption ‘Texas Trojan’ and then multiple shots of what looked like a stylized horse shape, caught in mid-rear, with its forehooves arching, made with whitish silver tubing, with lights and tubes and wires running through it. In the aft part, back from the horse itself, was what looked like some sort of motor attached to a rotary wheel and a shaft, and on the end of the shaft in the right place between the horse’s hips... I video clip played. A woman with large and improbably firm breasts got on a bench under it at the right spot and ...”

“Oh my!” I said.

“The nostrils blowing smoke and the eyes lighting up?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Apparently, there’s an operator who controls the depth, angle, speed for the experience. And if the woman orgasms, the horse lights up, and a smoke machine discharges,” she told me.

I nodded.

“Apparently,” she said, “it’s quite popular. There are a lot of volunteers. And they have different models. A Bull version. A dragon. A giraffe...”

“A giraffe?”

“I don’t get that either,” she said. “I mean a lion or a rhino, that would sort of make sense. But who fetishizes a giraffe?”

“Leroy’s been there?” I asked.

“He claims that he just heard of it. But honestly, it sounded so bizarre I just thought he was making shit up. So I researched a little.”

“Hmmm,” I said. I handed the phone back to her. “That is so... weird.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Anyway, that–”

“The boutique,” I thought out loud. “I think we may have been there a while back. Is that the place with the peep show area?”

She nodded.

“Way in the back, yes.”

“Did he try and talk you into going there?” I asked.

“Nn– No,” she said. “He was very well behaved. Besides,” she continued, “I knew better than to let him talk me into that. But he didn’t try. Or he didn’t try hard.”

“He didn’t try at all?” I asked. “Or he didn’t try hard?”

“He didn’t try very hard,” she said mischievously. “But I think we both would have been disappointed if he didn’t at least try.”

She was playing with me, I thought. Teasing me with the thought of the booths. I almost wished he’d taken her in, just so I could hear the story.

I smiled, switching hands and holding the ball between two fingers.

“I suppose so,” I said. “I’m glad you didn’t go in.”

She didn’t reply, watching as I held up the the new toy. “I do like the ball-gag. Still, it seems a bit of a reckless purchase. We have no idea whether it would fit?”

I lifted it, and held it out to her casually.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Or does the store have an exchange policy?”

I moved it closer, for her to look at.

“He said he had a pretty good eye.”

It was just an inch or two away from her chin.

“I should hope so,” I said. “Still you have to be careful.”

Gently, I touched it to her lips.

“Mmm?’ she said questioningly. I pressed it a little harder, silencing her. I let my fingers rotate a little, as it smeared against her lipstick. Her eyes crossed as she tried to stare at the red ball pressing against her lips.

“You’re right,” I said, “it does match your lipstick.”

My cock was hardening. Her nipples, even through her blouse were prominent.

I held it against her lips, patiently. Her eyes looked down at it, then directly at me. I smiled, waiting. Her lips opened wider, I could feel the ball against her bare teeth. Her eyes looked down again.

Come on, I thought. Come on. I didn’t push it or try to force, I just held it there against her lips and teeth, waiting to see what she would do. Accept it? Or reject it?

Her breathing quickened slightly.

I felt her jaw part against the rubber surface even before I saw the motion. Her tongue slid out, pushing against the rubber ball, a sensation different from the pressure against her teeth. I let her tongue push back a little. Her lips were still pressed against it.

Slowly I felt the pressure of her tongue moving it, lashing the ball, first left and right, then up and down, then a casual circular motion. Her eyes shifted to me, looking mischievous. As her jaw widened, and her mouth opened.

When her mouth had opened sufficiently, her jaw parted, I felt her tongue retreat. Gently, I pushed the ball until it slid smoothly between her lips, coming to rest on the on the bed of her tongue, filling her mouth perfectly. I let the straps fall, and leaned back to admire the effect.

My cock was absolutely hard. I felt this wild breathless excitement that went beyond just sex or arousal, the thrill of doing something naughty. Or nasty. She blinked, her eyes shining, holding the ball in her mouth. I was being dangerous, a little unpredictable, and it turned her on.

“You’re right,” I said. “It fits! He does have a good eye. Don’t you think?”

She stared at me.

“Oh,” I said, fake-apologetically, “you can’t talk with your mouth full! Usually, it’s my cock. But honestly, I’m kind of liking this.”

She blinked, breathing deeply.

“You know,” I said, “you’re wonderfully articulate and verbal. It’s practically your superpower. It’s kind of amazing to see you silenced like this. It’s like the ball-gag is kryptonite, it takes your power away.”

I ran my hand along her knee on my lap, and then slid it up her skirt. Odd, I could have sworn she’d put on slacks this morning. I pushed the random thought away. I let my fingers dance along her bare thighs, tickling slightly, making her squirm.

“We’ve taken away your power of speech,” I said. “You can’t communicate. You can’t ask or demand, request, complain. You can’t do anything. I imagine you must feel very helpless right at this moment.

I grinned mischievously.

“Why I could do anything,” I said. “And you couldn’t say ‘No!’”

I slid my hand down her bunched up skirt, but just before I slipped under, I reached up and tweaked one of those swollen nipples. Her eyelids fluttered, she gasped around the gag, and moaned, throwing her head back. She was performing of course, the reaction was exaggerated. Her nipples were sensitive, but not that sensitive. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it immensely.

“What does Moore say,” I said, “that old English gentleman? Silence is consent? Well, I guess this means your consent has been determined. I could do anything with you...”

I smiled.

“Or to you.”

Her eyes widened.

Amused, I pushed one knee off of me, so her foot was on the floor. The other, I lifted as I changed position, sitting upright, pushing it back until I could ease her leg on the other side of her body. Now I was between her spread legs, one on the floor, the other against the back of the love seat, her skirt hunched up so far along her thighs I could see her red lace panties. She allowed me to move her body around like a doll.

“Well,” I said, pushing my fingers up the center line of those panties, pushing gently inwards to make a camel toe, “now I’m sure Leroy has behaved himself, or you wouldn’t have panties on at all!”

She blushed then, breathing quickly around the ball gag. I was liking this new toy! For a moment, I concentrated on the camel toe I’d made, pushing the fabric deeper, drawing my finger up to rub the lace against her clit.

Kayley simply watched, her eyes wide and lustful, leaning back as I posed her and played with her. Although her arms were free, they hung limp at her sides. The straps of her ball gag hung down on either side.

“I think,” I said, “you’re enjoying this too much. Let’s try something else.”

I reached up and tweaked her nipple, squeezing it. Her back arched and she squeaked around the ball gag, again that exaggerated reaction. I lifted my other hand, taking both and tweaking them, as she writhed and gasped.

“I think this is much more fun,” I told her. Puffing a little, she nodded slightly.

I began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, after which I’d give a nipple a random tweak or stroke her red lace camel toe, or simply caress her cheek or her inner thigh. Then I’d do another button. Soon, her front was open. I pulled the blouse from her skirt, leaving her wonderfully disheveled.

“Oh my,” I said, “down to your bra? I’m afraid you look quite slutty, my dear. That body...” I reached forward laying my hands on her shoulders, working my fingers under her bra straps, “... that body is just begging to be used. You don’t mind? No? No objections? Then I’ll proceed.”

My fingers under her bra straps, I lifted my hands slightly, curling my fingers so the straps were pulled tight, lifting her cups. Very slowly my fingertips descended down to the tops of her breasts, lifting and opening her bra, pulling the tops of the cups away from her pert mammaries. She sighed loudly through the gag.

I ignored her, pulling the cups further out, the straps now digging sight into her shoulders, as I slid my hands along the under curve of her breasts, and then up towards her nipples, until I had them trapped between my fingers, rubbing them gently. Kayley’s eyelids fluttered, and she arched her back, throwing her head back in surrender.

“Oh,” I said, “I think these are very sensitive! Let’s see them!”

Her bra clasped at the front, so with a simple motion, the hook came free and I opened her cups with the same sensual anticipation that I used to spread her legs. Her perfect pert breasts were finally exposed. They were breathtaking. Her nipples were swollen, almost dark.

I teased one, feeling her body shake at the touch, her spine twist, listening to a sudden intake of breath around the gag. Interesting, I teased them both, alternating touches. Maybe she wasn’t exaggerating.

“Wow!” I said. “Your nipples are really sensitive today.” I wondered why? “Some hormonal thing, I suppose. Where are you in your cycle?”

Her eyes drifted down to stare at her erect swollen nipples. I pinched one, and she jolted.

“Since they’re so swollen and sensitive,” I told her, “we should really be careful with them. I’d hate for you to think of me as the sort of cad who would take advantage of them.”

She lifted her head, our eyes met. I smiled gently. Then I flicked her other nipple, jolting her again. I grinned.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” I said cheerfully. “We both know I’m going to torture the fuck out of these nipples.”

“You know, I’ve heard it’s possible to have an orgasm solely through intense nipple stimulation.”

She shook her head frantically, eyes wide, making squealing noises. But notably, she didn’t lift her arms.

“Shall we find out?”

Urgent head shaking, the loose straps flew. Wide eyes. Pleading look.

“Excellent,” I said. “I’m glad we agree!”

A muffled wailing around the gag.

I pushed at her knee, preparing to get up, and paused.

“Kayley,” I said sweetly, “I just have to go and get a few things. Before I do, I think I should establish a few rules. You’ve been very good, but let’s make it official: The ball gag stays in. You can turn your head, but that’s it. You don’t move your arms, unless I tell you. In fact, you don’t move your body at all, unless I move it for you. Understand? If you move without permission, then I will tie you up. And I will punish you.”

She nodded at me.

I smiled.

“Good,” I told her. “Now of course you are free to ask, to request, to suggest or communicate, to let me know how you’re doing, or whether you want something or need something, or anything like that... Oh wait! No you can’t! You’re gagged! Well, never mind.”

She squinted at me and tried to look angry. I laughed and kissed her on the forehead. I leaned back a little, played with her breasts, drawing my fingertips lightly around them, feeling their shape, cupping them in my palms. She has such perfect breasts. Everything about her is perfect. After a moment, my fingers found her nipples, stroking them gently, working to a firm grip. I looked her in the eyes.

“Ready?” I asked.

There was the faintest nod, her eyes closed. I released her nipples and got off the couch. Kayley’s eyes went wild, there was garbled protest around the gag. I couldn’t make out what it was, but I had the general sentiment. She was complaining. Women and their nipples - torture, don’t torture, they’re never happy, I thought.

I wandered into the bedroom, picked up a few things. Wandered into the kitchen, checked the fridge. Grabbed a large and small plastic container, and came back. As I walked around the apartment, her head tracked me, eyes silently following my every footstep and movement. Her body, as ordered, remained perfectly limp, sprawled doll-like exactly as I’d left it.

I grinned and waved.

The ball gag looked good. No matter where I was in the apartment, no matter what angle I viewed or glimpsed her from, far or close, the distended jaws and shiny latex ball looked incredibly sexy.

I sat down with her, laying the container on an end table. Her eyes tracked it, but the lid was on, so she couldn’t see inside. I knew she was mad curious. She was flushed, her cheeks were red, it was extending down to the tops of her breasts. She was really aroused.

“Miss me?” I said cheerfully. She just stared at me, wide eyed and blinking, helpless.

I checked her panties. Her camel toe had faded, the fabric had slowly pulled back into shape. But I was gratified to see a narrow, wet, wine red, stain running up and down the center.

“Oh my,” I said, prodding it and feeling the slickness. “Is someone wet? Someone is definitely wet.”

I drew my fingertip back and forth, making her moan slightly. “Let me help you with that,” I told her, restoring the camel toe to its former glory, working the thin band of fabric so deep into her pussy that half her pubes on either side were exposed, and her clitoris was a bump on the tight stretched fabric.

I smiled.

“So you’re probably wondering what I’ve got here, waiting for you?”

I opened the lid, and took out a little jar, like a lipstick bottle, with a little paint brush in the lid. Her eyes widened and she shook her head slightly, making an “Eek!” noise around the ball gag. The straps waved a little when she shook her head.

“Oh,” I said, putting the jar down. “Silly me. Look at you. I forgot to buckle in your gag. Gosh. Shall we take care of it.”

A very slight nod.

“All right,” I said. “I want you to put your hair up. Just the way you did for him.”

Her eyebrows lifted.

I made a magical gesture. “I hereby decree your arms are compelled to lift your hair.”

Her eyes on me, she slowly raised her arms, bringing her fingertips sensuously to her nape. Her hands slid around behind her neck, the play of muscles revealing that her fingers were lacing. She lifted up, her hair rising and cascading around her, exposing and baring her neck. The gesture was effortlessly and breathtakingly sensual.

I leaned forward taking the two straps in my hands. I brought my face close to hers, looking deep into her eyes. My lips pursed, and our faces touched. I felt my lips press against the latex ball protruding from here mouth. It was weird, and a little sexy, and off putting.

I backed away a little.

“You know,” I said, “one thing I don’t like about the ball-gag is that it keeps me from kissing you properly.”

Here jaws opened wider, I pulled the gag from her lips. Our heads moved together, and we kissed, tenderly and passionately. And there was a moment, after the kiss ended, that I had an impulse to stop messing with the ball, toss it in the corner, and just make love.

But as the kiss ended and we moved apart, her jaw dropped and her mouth opened wide in naked invitation. So I slipped the ball back in. Her jaws closed on it. Her eyes sparkled at me. If you can smile around a ball gag, she was in it. I grabbed the straps again, and bent them around her neck, fastening them, as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Looser shake,” I told her. “Tighter, nod.”

She nodded. I tightened.

Nodded again.

Another notch. The straps were so tight they cut into her cheeks, changing the shape of her face. The ball was set a little further back, her lips were more emphasized around the ball. I leaned back, a little, and stared.

Her brow furrowed a little.

“Oh it’s nothing,” I said. “I just, I’ve never seen you like this. It makes you look different. Beautiful, in a mysterious, exotic way.”

She tilted her chin and blinked.

“I’d love to take pictures,” I said. “I think they’d be amazing. But I think they’d distract us from the flow. Besides, you’d probably mess around, cross your eyes and things, and we’d get completely distracted.”

Kayley darted her eyes to a corner of the ceiling, and snorted.

“Yeah,” I said. “I know you, and more importantly. I know us. We’ll do pictures another time....”

I paused, and put on a very serious expression.

“Unless... The ball gag is a rental? Are there late return fees? Damage deposit?”

She snorted hard, squinting, struggling to giggle around the ball gag. For a moment, she squirmed. Then tried to glare.

“Yeah,” I said. “You know you had that coming. We both know you were going to cross your eyes the minute I tried to take a picture.”

Innocent look. Yeah, I knew that look, I wasn’t fooled. I reached into the container. And brought out the little black bottle. I read the label out loud.

“Exotic warming gel, safe for application on shin. Causing mild irritation and stimulation, pins and needles sensation, heat, increased topical blood flow, mild swelling and hyper-sensitivity. Warning, use in moderation, no internal use, do not use on genitalia, avoid contact with eyes.”

Her eyes were growing larger, she shrank back into the love seat, not that there was any place to retreat to.

I grinned.

“We’ve tried this once or twice,” I said. “Remember? It’s really strong!”

She shook her head slowly, eyebrows lifted high, eyes wide. A perfect pleading look.

“Your nipples are really sensitive today. I think we could have an interesting result. What do you think?”

The pleading expression doubled.

“I think so too.”

I paused.

“You know, I’m loving this ball-gag. You are so agreeable. We really are on the same page.”

Glare. Her brow furrowed, eyes flashed and promised revenge.

Casually, I put it back in the container, her expression changed to obvious relief. It was thrilling to see how emotive she was with just her eyes and eyebrows, with tiny tilts of her head.

“Not just yet,” I patted her knee, and teased the cameltoe, touching her clit and making her squirm. I reached into the container, feeling around. She watched with deep suspicion. I pulled out... A lipstick! She looked intrigued, a little nervous.

“Same shade as your ball gag,” I told her. “Just to touch up your lips and make them pop around the gag. I want you to look your sexiest for what’s coming.”

I uncapped the lipstick, reached out and applied carefully. I’d applied lipstick to her before, as part of some intimate moments, so I’d had a little practice. Still, it was tricky to do it around a ball gag. She held absolutely still for me, pursing her lips as much as she could. I wiped a little smudge off near one of the straps, and another smudge from the ball. I leaned back and paused, to admire her. With matching red lipstick, the ball gag really looked sweet.

“Fuck,” I said breathlessly, “you are so beautiful.”

I reached into the container again. She watched curiously, a bit warily.

“Ta da!” I pulled out a magic bullet. A tiny little cylinder just big enough for a battery and a vibrating unit. There was a stud on one end for four settings - low, medium, high and intermittent. “Wow,” I said. “I’m going to use this on you... but not just yet. I need somewhere to but it... I know...”

I pulled the fabric of her panties from between her now sopping wet pussy lips. I pulling the panties tight, I wrapped the bullet in the narrow strip of lace, and then twisted it around, again and again, pulling her panties tighter and tighter. I could see the waistband pulled down and tight, digging into the skin of her hips, pulling tight up her ass cheeks. I kept twisting making it secure, pushing it down between her lips just in front of her entrance. It was almost buried between her pussy lips, the panties distorted tight, her clit pushing against the taut fabric.

I looked up at Kayley, she was watching me carefully, her nostrils flaring. Smiling, I reached down and pressed the stud. Low. Her body jerked, hips lifting, she gasped. I pressed again. Medium. She shivered and whined through the gag. High. She threw her head back.

Intermittent. It stopped, her head lifted. Then it jolted, she gasped. Hips lifting, tried to suck in a breath and glared.

“I think this one is just right,” I told her. “Now to business...”

Once again, the little black bottle came out. This time, despite her trepidation and head shaking, it stayed out. I unscrewed the cap and took out the little brush. Again, she tried to sink into her side of the love seat.

I smiled at her.

“I’m going to enjoy this so much!” I told her. She whimpered urgently through her gag.

I reached over and painted a little half circle on her left nipple. She whined and squirmed, but not enough to avoid my touch. I ignored her, and dipped the brush, making a cross on her other nipple. A high pitched noise came through the ball gag.

“Oh don’t be such a baby,” I said. “We’ve used this before. You’re not feeling anything yet. All your feeling is the sensation of liquid. We both know it takes a minute or so to really work. But when it does...”

I braced myself to lift up, and kissed her on the forehead. I hovered for a second my face above hers, looking into her begging desperate eyes.

“When it does... wow!”

I sat back, and continued to paint her nipples, ignoring her increasingly desperate squirming. It was beginning to work, I decided. Her nipples, if anything, were growing harder and more swollen. Her hips worked back and forth, partly from the sensation of fire and stinging on her nipples, and partly from the bullet going off randomly between her pussy lips.

“Poor girl,” I said. “You deserve some relief.”

I reached in, and took out one of those tiny little lady scissors. Honestly, I have no idea what possible use they could be. But they were in Kayley’s kit, and they seemed appropriate. She stared, wonderingly, but between the distractions of the bullet and the stinging heat in her nipples, she was having more and more trouble focusing.

I brought the scissors down to her panties. This was the toughest part. Her panties had been twisted and twisted so tight that they were completely distorted, the fabric stretched, digging into her hips and thighs. Very very carefully, I hooked the tip of the scissors against her the fabric near her clit, making a small hole. I widened and stretched it until I had a hole in the fabric all around her clitoris, leaving that little nub bare. I put my thumb to my mouth, moistening the tip with my tongue and used it to wet her clitoris.

Her hips lifted. Sadly, it probably wasn’t from my touch. Her body was in constant motion now, writhing back and forth, her hips rolling. She made little whining sounds through the gag, throwing her shoulders back, her breasts heaving. I could see by the way her eyes darted frantically from one nipple to the other that the gel was doing its work, the sensation must be indescribable. While she was distracted, I palmed my next item from the container. She didn’t notice.

I snapped my fingers in her face to get her attention, twice.

“Kayley! Kayley! Come back to me!”

Her eyes focused on me. Her writhing didn’t stop, but it slowed, the intensity diminishing. Good, I had her attention.

“Kayley, I just realized, we’re a little bit into fetish play. I think before we go too much further, we establish a safe word, just to make sure that everything is good. Something simple, that you can easily remember and tap out, if you need to.”

She nodded. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her muscles where taut and trembling. I noticed a trickle of drool down one side of her cheek, near the strap of the ball gag. I picked up a tissue and wiped it.

I looked her directly in the eye, and said “Your safe word is ‘Piano-Cucumber-Apostrophe-Kleenex.”

She froze in shock, staring at me. Through the ball gag, she made a noise, that could possibly have been, “What the fuck? You asshole!”

But there was just a glint of humour in her eyes. So maybe she wouldn’t kill me. Her arms remained at her sides, palms turned up, inert. It was time.

“Anyway,” I said cheerfully, “if you need a break, you just tap it out with morse code, and we’ll stop. And just to be sure, I’m going to show you. It’s just a simple sequence of dots and dashes....”

Her eyes drifted down to my hand, where I held a very powerful little vibrator. I turned it on high. Kayley’s eyes bulged, she screamed through the gag, and then squealed. Her whole body shook and jumped like a fish caught on a hook. She squirmed desperately. Through the gag came a series of sounds that could have been ferocious threats for revenge, please for mercy, random begging, hysterical laughter and anything in between.

I paid no attention to the screams, I just began to tap out her safe word in morse code on her clit with the tip of a very intense vibrator.

Actually, full disclosure, I didn’t know morse code. But then, she didn’t know it either, so it worked out. Instead, I just did tapped out jingle bells. I thought she’d appreciate a cheerful bouncy christmas song.

Her hips lifted, shook bounced. Her whole body was in squirming motion, her eyes were darting around wildly, spittle flew and dripped from around where the straps were fastened. Kayley threw her head back struggling to breathe, the sounds coming from around her gag were indescribable.

“Kayley,” I called. “Kayley...”

I paused in the dot and dash torture of her clitoris. She looked at me, desperately, eyes wide, focusing for a moment I did my best to look innocent.

“How many Q’s in cucumber?” I asked.

Her eyes went wide. I could see exactly what was going through her mind. ‘You giant fucking asshole!’ She sucked in a giant breath, her nostrils flaring. Her brow furrowed. Her body convulsed. Uneven rasping sounds forced their way past the gag. She was laughing. I pressed the toy hard against her clitoris, and she exploded. Literally, her hips leaped a foot off the loveseat as her legs stiffened and kicked. Her arms flailed. Her back arched and flexed and she literally screamed through the bag. A torrent ran down her thighs as she squirted around the bullet pressing against her vaginal entrance. I was momentarily glad the panties what was left of them, blocked the flow or she would have hit me like a firehose.

The thrashing crested, several surges gushed. Finally, she collapsed boneless. I moved forward over her. Kissing her forehead. Her eyes were bleary, she looked very disoriented. She was panting, but her breathing was normal, snot dribbled from one nostril. Her body was heavily flushed. I wondered if I should take the gag off.

“You okay, babe,” I whispered.

She nodded woozily. She mumbled through the gag, it sounded like ‘You complete and utter bastard!’

“Want to quit now?” I asked. “I’m not finished. But if you are, I can take the gag off.”

She stared at me, focusing, and then deliberately looked down and to the left. I looked down. Her arms were limp again, palms upturned. Her fingers were curled into a fist, all except for the middle finger which was extended.

I smiled and almost laughed. Her eyes were mischievous, doubtless plotting revenge. I nodded.

“I’m not finished,” I said, “but I do think you need a breather.”

I reached into the container, and popped the lid of a smaller container within. I held up an ice cube. Her eyes widened, staring at it, but there was no trepidation. I popped it in my mouth for a moment, to make sure it was coated with saliva, and then, holding it carefully in my fingers, brought it to her nipple, making cold wet circles around it, before going to the next.

Kayley sighed deeply, her eyelids fluttering, her eyes rolled up into her head. She squirmed, but not in a desperate way.

“Feel good?” I asked.

She moaned, shifting position. I held the ice cube above her, squeezing it in my fist letting cold drops fall across her shoulders, belly and thighs. She gasped, her body flexing with each cold drop. I went back to icing her nipples.

Her hips jerked, she squinted, brows furrowed, meeting my eyes and looking down.

“Right,” I said. “‘The bullet. Too much?”

Nod.

“I think it’s served it’s purpose.” I pressed the stud to render it inert, and then unwound it from her panties, now loose, torn, stretched and soaked.

I sucked air through my teeth.

“Sorry babe,” I told her. “I think I ruined another pair of panties for you. Sorry.”

She glared. Then pointedly stared down at her nipples.

“Right.”

I took another ice cube and went back to stroking each nipple alternately, covering them with films of ice water, that dribbled slowly down her breasts in winding trails, catching the light. I wondered, as I played with each nipple, at the way the drops slid down, turning this way or that. Her skin was perfect, the curve of each breast magnificent, so why the unpredictable path across her skin?

When her nipples were thoroughy drenched, I reached into the container, and pulled out a package of alcohol wet naps, tearing it open. Carefully, I dabbed at her nipples, gingerly wiping away the gel, and using the ice cube to cool the tender flesh. She mewed now and then through the ball gag, but simply relaxed and watched. An occasional tremor went through her.

Finally, I put the gear away, her nipples were still swollen and puffy. I judged they’d be really sensitive, but perhaps not in a good way.

I took a moment to stare at her. For a moment, we just watched each other. Her hair was plastered, she was covered with sweat. Her eyes had that luminous post orgasmic quality. Her face was both familiar and exotic with the ball gag, drawn, stretched, exhausted. Snot covered her upper lip, and the sides of her mouth and chin trickled drool. I had never seen her quite like this, but she was unspeakably beautiful, so beautiful it made my heart want to stop. She was always unspeakably beautiful, no matter where she was, no matter what she was doing, there was always a moment when I would find myself transfixed.

I let it stretch out, just enjoying the moment.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said finally.

She gave another faint nod, and rolled her eyes slightly. The meaning was clear. ‘About time!’

I looked up at the ceiling wistfully.

“I suppose a blow job is out of the question?”

Her body lurched, her sides heaved, as she snorted and tried to laugh through the gag. I watched carefully, attentive so that she didn’t choke or anything. She lifted her right arm, and waggled a finger at me.

“Okay,” I said. “No more jokes while you’re in a ball gag. I’m starting to wonder if that’s a good idea.”

I stroked her breasts, careful to stay clear of her nipples, letting my fingers run down her belly. I drew my hands along her thighs up to her knees, and then back down. Her panties were so wrecked they were no barrier at all. I simply pushed the loose fabric away to massage her pussy. It was soaked, the flesh slick and slippery from her inner thighs to her pubic mound. I parted her lips, she was unbelievably wet and loose, two fingers slipped in with no resistance at all.

Her hips rolled in response, just a bit, but it was there. I was pleased, she was still into it.

I started to tease her, toying with her, slowly building up arousal. She relaxed, moaning. Her arms remained hanging, her legs limp. I was impressed by her dedication. but her fingers clenched and unclenched, and her toes flexed. She moaned softy as I played with her. Her body moved slowly.

“I think you’re ready,” I said softly. “I’m going to bend you over the love seat. I want your head resting on the back, and your knees on the edge of the seat. Can you move?”

She nodded, and lifted a hand. I took it, helping her stand for a moment, and turning her to face the love seat. She eased into position, knee first one knee on the edge of the love seat, then the other. Kayley placed her hands on the back of the love seat, and as I held and guided her, she bent forward, easing down onto the padded back until her face was resting easily. Her breasts swayed free beneath her. I fondled them, careful when stroking her nipples. Her ass was sticking out. Oh my god, that magnificent ass. I drew my finger down her tailbone, teasing her asshold, finding her pussy. If anything she was even more wet and open.

“Are we good?” I asked. “Comfortable?”

She couldn’t really nod in that position, but she mumbled an assent. I spread her knees a little further apart. Her lips were parted, and I could see a trickle of lubrication working its way down her lips, collecting at her clit hood, making it glisten. A silvery viscous droplet began to form.

“Hands behind your back,” I ordered. Obediently, she complied. I reached into the container, once again, this time bringing out a rubber cord and loosely tied her wrist together.

I stepped up behind her, feeling my hard cock against her pussy lips, pressing my hips into her ass. I couldn’t help it, the urge was irresistable. I slid my cock into her pussy, sliding smoothly back and forth. She was as wet and open as I’d ever felt her. She moaned softly through the gag, savouring the feel of my cock in her.

But not yet. I pulled out, hearing her small muffled protest. I bent over her, for a second, my weight on her back.

“Kayley,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to torture you for a while. Is that okay?”

She mumbled assent.

I ran my fingernails down her spine from the back of her neck to her tailbone, scratching lightly, her back arched and flexed in response. I did that a few times, spreading until her back was covered with light red scratched. She purred through her gag like a kitten.

I did the same with the insides of her thighs, leaving red lines. I cupped her pussy in my hand, feeling how sodden it was. Her panties hung loose on her, the fabric stretched. Ruined. I’d forgotten to take them off of her when I was positioning her. Oh well. I grabbed the fabric of the gusset firmly and yanked, ripping them off her body. She squealed.

I slapped her ass to surprise her, producing another muffled squeal and a jerk, and then slipped two fingers into her pussy, as I played with her clit with my thumb.

Slapping her ass again, I reached for the vibrator, She squealed as I teased her with it, stroking her clit, drawing it along her lips, probing her asshole and back again, until I felt her pussy spasm. I slid the vibrator in, fucking her with it smoothly, until her whole body was moving in time with it, back and forth.

Then I pulled it out and shoved it up her ass, provoking a violent squeal. As her asshole tried to push the vibrator out, I shoved my thumb int her pussy, and used my fingers to slap her clit lightly. This produced a series of squeals and increasingly desperate motions as she simultaneously tried to escape and get me deeper. Finally, she took a deep desperate breath and shrieked: “NNNNmmmggkfffgssmN!!!”

I stopped and leaned over her, letting my weight rest on her back, driving the vibrator deeper up her ass.

“I think someone is asking to be fucked,” I whispered in her ear.

“Nnmm!” she said through the gag. “Nnn! Mmk! Gnfgnnk!!! Mnnmssmrrktgg!!!”

I slid the vibrator out of her ass, listening to her low moan. Her arms twisted, pulling against her bonds. Her fingers clenched into fists. Was that a middle finger? I almost laughed as I turned the vibrator off and put it away. I retrieved my last item, a condom.

As I rolled it on, I told her. “I want you to know, I’m going to fuck you with a condom. Is that okay?”

“Nnmg?” She shifted, trying to turn to look at me. But of course, knees spread wide and balance as she was, with her face down and hands tied behind her back, there was nothing she could do.

“You’ve been such a whore lately, fucking all those men, I just feel safer.”

“Nmrrgknn,” she replied. I wasn’t sure what that meant. I ignored her and lined my cock up with her pussy. Even through the condom, I could feel the pressure of her lips, her entry at the tip of my head. She felt it too, moving her hips back. But I moved with her. My hands slid down across her ass, finding their place on sides of her hips. I noted thin red lines in her flesh where the panties bands had been drawn tight. I suppressed the urge to kiss them better.

“You know,” I said, “even with a ball gag, you’re really mouthy.”

I rammmed my cock in, hard and sudden, giving her my full length, pulling her savagely back as I thrust. The sound of her ass colliding with my hips was shockingly loud, louder than the times I’d slapped her ass. I actually felt a stinging sensation in my around my cock as we collided. Kayley grunted loudly through the gag. But I’d only begun, holding her hips like she was a fleshlight, I fucked hard and furiously. Her whole body was rocking, I could sense her breasts swinging wildly. Her shoulders worked, pulling hard at the binding around her wrist, her hands clenching and unclenching. Each rapid ferocious thrust brought a grunt or cry, but I was pounding her so hard and fast that they all began to run together into an incoherent howl around the gag.

“You like that?” I yelled. “You like that hard cock slamming your pussy? How does it feel?”

But she could only howl as I continued to fuck her savagely, pumping into her with everything I had. The only sounds were her howling, my panting, and the constant slapping of my hips against her ass.

Suddenly, I stopped.

Kayley whimpered through the gag.

I pulled my cock out slowly, and positioned myself against her asshole. I didn’t need lubricant, the condom was shining and literally dripping from the her own copious lubrication. Hell, she was so wet and glistening that her pussy had literally dripped. I could feel her wetness on my balls, and the insides of her thighs, and I was sure there was a puddle under us.

She felt my cock at her asshole, the steel grip on her hips holding her in place, and through the gag made a wailing noise that I accepted as her surrender, even as I pushed my way into her. If there was any resistance it melted away, and I watched my shaft sink deeper and deeper into her asshole, until her sphincter was distended and crowned with the ring of my pubic hair.

Her calves lifted, and from the corner of my eye I could see her ankles straighten, her goes curl and flex. She tried to lift her head but couldn’t. Her shoulders rocked. This was the only movement of hers that I allowed, as I held her impaled on my cock.

Slowly, I pulled back, accompanied by the sound of her long expectant moan, and drove back in, to her whimper. With her pussy, sometimes I liked to shock her, entering hard and fast and fucking frantically when she was dripping wet. But for her ass, I always entered slowly, and brought her along carefully. Partly it was because her asshole was so tight and delicious, I couldn’t help but want to savour it. Entering her ass was like shoving your way into a tight soft fist, like descending into a bath of sensation. You couldn’t help but want to soak in it. But part of it, was the delicacy of her body, I wanted her to feel and savour it too. I wanted her to have it so she could handle it. So entering her ass, taking her this way, was alway about going slow, acclimating her.

She gave a low, mumbling happy moan as I slid my cock back and forth inside her ass. I adjusted my angle, and was rewarded with a pleasurable mumble. There, that was the spot. I started to pick up speed, bringing more force and intensity. She sighed, her grunts and moans through the gag coming more and more quickly. I slapped her ass to get her attention, and then started to fuck hard, listening carefully as she built and built.

Finally, the moans became howls around the gag, I could feel her ass moving of its own accord and tightened my grip, locking her in place. I started to pound with a series of precise, brutal thrusts. And that did it. Her sphincter locked tight around my cock, she moaned around the gag, deep and low, sounding almost like a cow lowing. I sank all the way in, despite her resistance, and held there, as the orgasm rolled over her.

Fascinated, I watched the muscles of her back shifting under her skin, tiny beads of sweat appeared across her skin like a miracle. I looked down at her wrists tied behind her back, her hands opened, and here fingers fluttered like birds about to take flight. It was beautiful. There was a deep breath and another long, cowlike moan, with just a ripple of satisfaction in a rolling ‘rrr.’

I waited a moment until the orgasm passed through here, leaving her relaxed. As the sphincter released me, I pulled out, and shucked the condom. My cock was hard as a lead pipe. I let it drop down to her pussy, and slid in smoothly, feeling her intake of breath.

She felt incredibly wet, I slid in her frictionlessly, filling her, feeling her all around me. She was so loose and wet it was heavenly. Sometimes it felt like every time I entered Kayley, it was fresh and new, it was bliss and nirvana. Being in her, feeling her around me, was distilled happiness.

I started to fuck her, happily, joyously. Feeling her body respond, vividly aware of every twitch of her muscles, every movement of back and hips, the way she flexed. I could hear her breathing, I listened to the grunts and gasps and moans of her body. But this time, my awareness of her body inside and out extended to a rivetting fact. She was my captive. Her body was held prisoner, shaped to my will, gagged, wrist bound, bent over in place, spread open, she was completely helpless, and completely subject to my whim. It was miraculous.

Every thrust into her brought helpless reaction, I drank it all in, I drank her, filled her, fucked her, and with each stroke, my power over her increased, and I poured it into her pleasure, building and building. I felt bouyant, something like sheer joy as I fucked her, her sexual pleasure, the ecstasy of her total surrender and submission lifting me up. I was fucking savagely, my hips a blur, the loveseat was actually rocking. I grabbed the bindings holding her wrists, to keep control. We were both roaring, me with incoherent growling, her with frenzied squeals and moans through her gag. I could feel lightning dance around my hips, curling up my spine, what felt like an explosion building in my penis. And as if she sensed my orgasm, she released a fresh wave of wetness, her pussy spasmed.

Then we were coming, our orgasms simultaneous, and so hard and ferocious that I could only hold onto her, for fear of simply being picked up and flung across the room. She went stiff, her muscles to rigid that for an instant, she was sculture, made of marble.

Suddenly, it was over. I was standing there, feeling myself draining into her. Kayley was panting and moaning. I could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching. For all I could tell, she was still coming. I gave myself a moment or two to recover.

After that, I untied her wrists. Weakly, she brought them around, grabbing the back of the love seat. Her body sagged, and my cock slipped from her. I could feel actual dripping, her pussy was so wet. She moaned through the gag.

I grabbed a cloth and made my way to the back of the love seat, kneeling beside her. Undoing the straps, I pulled the gag gently from her mouth, carefully wiping away the snot and drool from her lips and chin. The straps hand left angry red marks on either side of her face. I hoped that they’d fade quickly. It might be hard to explain in public.

I pressed my forehead against hers. She was so wet all over, even her forehead was drenched. She panted, breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath.

Finally, she was recovered enough to speak.

“I hate you, she said. I hate your guts,” she took a breath. “Also, I love you more than anything in the world.” Breath. “I want a divorce, right now.” Breath. “Don’t ever leave me, or I’ll hunt you down.” Breath. “Evil. You’re the most evil man I’ve ever met.” Breath. “You’re out of your fucking mind, you realize that.” Breath. Giggle. “You made me laugh all the way through, who the hell does that?”

Lifting her head, we pressed her lips to each other.

“You...” she whispered. “You... you... There are no words for you.”

I crossed back around to the front of the love seat, sat down and pulled her onto me. She curled up on my body like a kitten, wrapping her arms around me. Her body was like a sweaty post-orgasmic furnace.

“I’m serious,” she said, “never do that to me again.” Breath. “I almost died laughing. How can you be so funny and make me come so hard.” Breath. “Pictures.”

“It’s all right, babe,” I said, “I have you. You’re safe.”

“Yeah, I know.” She snuggled against my chest. “You are sooooo evil. How did you come up with that? How long? Where did you get it?”

I shrugged.

“Improvised,” I said. “Just spur of the moment. I threw it together, really.”

She thought about it.

“Sooooooo evil!” she said finally. “I’d tell on you, but then all the girls would want you to do it to them, and I’m not sharing.”

I held her, stroking her body softly, letting her come down.

She lifted her head and waggled her jaw back and forth.

“Ow,” she said.

“Hurts?”

“No,” she said, “but I can feel it, like, in my jaw, the muscles or bone. It feels weird. Maybe it was too big? Or had it too long? Feels funny.”

I nodded. She liked to process new experiences afterwards, reliving them, examining them.

“Thoughts on the ball gag?”

“Hmm,” she pondered. “Not sure. It was okay. Not sure I liked it. Hot at first, but after a while it was just... there’s this stupid thing in my mouth getting in the way.”

“Uncomfortable?”“

“Some,” she reflected. “But not that bad, not unbearable. I wasn’t gagging or nauseous or anything.”

She shrugged.

“How about you?”

I thought about it.

“Fun at the start. Great fun for teasing you,” I said. “Sometimes it was so hard to keep a straight face. Some of your looks... You were so expressive, it was amazing. And strangely beautiful, there was an unearthly quality. The jaw open like that, the ball gag like a third eye or something, the way the tight straps cut into your cheeks. It changed your whole face. It made you gorgeous, but alien and exotic. We really should do pictures sometime, you’d make a great ball-gag model.”

“Hmmm,” I could tell she was curious. “Next time, for sure, pictures will be part of it. I won’t cross my eyes... much.”

My chest shook a little from a suppressed chuckle, and I caught her secret smile.

“I dunno,” she said. “Okay, but not really that great.”

“I get it,” I said. “I think a blindfold would be better.”

“Ooh!” she whispered. “Yes! Let’s do that instead. S&M looks great, but...”

She gave my pectoral a quick kiss and laid her head against it.

“Nipples?” I asked.

She paused.

“Don’t touch them.”

“Got it.”

“Like don’t ever touch them. Nothing ever touches them. I’m going to sleep hanging upside down like a bat from now on. When I die, you bury me topless, and you leave extra space in the coffin lid, so it doesn’t touch them.”

I nodded.

“Got it.”

“It was...” she paused, “way too much, and simultaneously, not enough. I can’t put it any other way. But now... wow, they’re so achy and tingly it’s crazy.”

“We’ve got some sunburn ointment,” I said. “A topical anaesthetic.”

She nodded.

“That would be good,” she said, “but that would mean letting you go, and I’m not ready for that yet.”

“No worries,” I replied.

“The ice cubes were a nice touch,” she said. “Oh they were soooo nice. Do we still have them?”

“We have lots.”

“Good. How long was the gel on?”

“Recommended maximum time was twenty to twenty-five minutes. I made sure not to go past fifteen.”

She shuddered.

“I wouldn’t have made twenty.”

She yawned.

“Sam?”

“Yes, babe?”

“I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Okay.”

“I mean,” she said, “not going to bed. I’m going to sleep. Right here, on top of you. This is nice. I want this. So I’m going to sleep now, don’t move okay. Stay right here.”

I stroked her hair. My butt was on the wet spot from her squirt. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t move for anything in the world.

“You got it, babe,” I told her.

“Don’t touch my nipples while I’m sleeping. Okay?” she whispered. “Or I’ll have to kill you.”

She yawned, against my chest.

“Sam?” her voice was fading.

“Babe?”

“You know, I love you so much. You know that, right?” The words were almost trailing off, another yawn slipped in.

“I do,” I whispered. “I love you too.”

She snored. She hadn’t been joking. I stared up at the ceiling, carefully wrapped my arms around her to hold her safe, and drowsed off a bit myself.